Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
– TS Eliot Excerpt from The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock
Photos of our wall by street art documentarian (instagram) @craige13:
Check out more street art:
China Marker Bowie and other portraits
Something this fun has got to be illegal!
Wide-eyed with a twist of the lips
Evolution of a portrait: Justine
Beauty in the deterioration Part 2
The Social Life hits the streets!
Walking the streets of dreams wall is growing
Fierce beauty: Cassandra and Shokra
Beauty in the deterioration Part 3
A morning of street art on the radio
Street art, tear sheets and V-Rag Magazine!
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
The yellow smoke that slides along the street